“मोहरा बनना मुझे कभी कहीं कबूल रहा नहीं, ज़िन्दगी मुश्किल सही,पर अपनी शर्तों पे जी मैंने” “तकदीरों को मुझ पे मेहरबान होनी ही पड़ा, अपनी तदबीरो में कभी कोई कमी नहीं की मैंने” “दुनिया बेहद हसीं, ज़िन्दगी पुरबहार होने लगी, इक मुद्दत से खबरें देखि, सुनी, पढ़ी नहीं मैंने” “खुश रहने के इंतज़ाम कुछ इस तरह कर लिए, किसी से किसी उम्मीद की उम्मीद नहीं की मैंने” “मुझसे हारने वाले भी मेरी जीत पे मुझे चूम गए, जिस शिद्दतो जूनून से उनसे मुकाबला किया मैंने”
A silence on the night. The day fluttered quietly in whisper soft resonance, So many colours slowly dying Like confetti in the rain, And echoes touched each other, a reunion of themselves, As though they were astounded At their resonating
Come and meet me in chamber of death where the tempest comes every night. I start disrobing the anger to find the eye of the moon. Where do I get that ink that writes an unwritten poem on water of
The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,
Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution
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